I am The Hunter. An indian and keeper of the Red and the Black. Sisters whose destiny foreshadows how the world shall be. One infected one not. Though now I find myself in a different time, different world. Many strange things I see. The Red and The Black are here once more yet they are not the same. I find myself in this strange world with these...cars and computers. Strange world indeed and I find myself drawn to The Red as she is to me. SHe toys and she stalks and I find myself losing.

The Hunter is from Ginger Snaps Back but I play him modern as a reincarnation, prompts however will be answered in both canon and au modern. He is open to rp

Heaven means nothing to me, it's not my way of life. I believe in the spirit world, a place we can glimpse into. I have seen my own death, I know I will die protecting the Red and the Black. It is my destiny and I accept it fully, and my spirit will return to the earth to be reborn. It is the way of my people. Heaven is a Christian way of thinking, the gates of pearl.

To those who believe in that I have been viewed as a demon, because my beliefs are different. There is no rebirth just Heaven, and the end of things. My people believe our spirits return to the earth to help Mother nature grow, to be reborn again. Maybe not as a person but as an animal. We believe in our world of spirits and the ability to communicate. We can close our eyes and hear voices whispered on the wind of our people who have passed on. We are not evil, and we are not demons. We believe in a balance, there is good and evil, but we try to keep middle ground. They wish to destroy evil, but we believe you cannot have one without the other.


The Hunter
Ginger Snaps
207 Words

You. Your friends. Maybe your enemies. In a movie. What kind of movie? Tell us about it.

If a movie was of my life it would be one of great strife. A great struggle amongst my people, of the waiting for the destined two to show up. The Red and The Black. The two sisters that would change how things were. I used to believe that if the red did not die that the world as we knew it would end. I see I was wrong in the interpretation because as I see the both need be as one. The two make a whole and create balance.

I saw my own death, and suffered it at the hands of The Black, but I was resurrected. My duty in this world had not ended so my time was not up. I am the protector of The Red and the Black. I must keep them in balance. Try to not get too close, though with the Red, it is hard. We are connected she and I, she has a control and hold over me. I feel drawn to her.


A movie about me would be a mix of drama, suspense, mystery, horror, and love. A great epic of story of honor and destiny fulfilled. The story of The Red, The Black, The Hunter, and werewolves.


The Hunter
Ginger Snaps
203 Words